Danger Monkey, age 9: “Hey, Dad, will you help me make some character sheets for this RPG game I made up for my friends?”
Me: (blank stare)
Me: (tears in my eyes)
Me: “Yes, son. Yes I will.”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “Hey, Dad, will you help me make some character sheets for this RPG game I made up for my friends?”
Me: (blank stare)
Me: (tears in my eyes)
Me: “Yes, son. Yes I will.”
Wonderful Wife: “How were your new goggles at the pool today?”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “They were great! Really cleared up my vision for close combat.”
Me: “Really.”
DM: “But it’s hard to swing a sword in the water, so blades will only do half damage.” (runs off)
WW: “He was at camp, right? Not the Crusades or something?”
Me: “We may be raising a gamer.”
WW: “Oh, you think?”
Don’t be jealous, but my son is out in the woods dressed as The Dread Pirate Roberts and fighting legions of invisible bad guys with his foam swords.
Well, OK – you can be jealous.